Rehearse with
Mundo Pequeno at
The Strawbale Studio.
Perform with
Mundo Pequeno and
Salsa Natyam dancers at
Stephen Daldrey's Garden Party, which turned out to be a splendid event
held in the fabulous Alice In Wonderland-esque gardens at Bedwell Lodge,
complete with lots of stalls, tombola, raffle, Tug Of War, crockery
smashing and pillow fighting! Not bad for our second gig: we made the
sun shine, but rain stopped play later.
More pictures were taken at the following week's gig.
Off to
Hitchin
for the first day of the
Rhythms Of The World festival.
We opened the
festival
playing
Tibetan Singing Bowls in
St. Mary's Church, a
seven-strong
posse of spin bowlers dressed celestially in white, processing around the
church to create some harmonious vibes for the Sri Lankan Buddhist monk,
The Venerable Samitha, who welcomed in the festival by chanting for peace.
Later that afternoon, The Naked Truth gave their debut performance on The Willow Stage, an idyllic spot in the churchyard beside the river underneath a weeping willow tree. Unfortunately the tiny stage could not accomodate all three of us, so I set up my table of bowls beside it. Even more unfortunately, the small PA was not sufficient for the vast audience of hundreds of people sat on the grass, and technical problems (i.e., being given no chance for a line check) meant that my bowls and flute were inaudible. (I have now learned my lesson to always bring more cables than are necessary, and preferably your own PA and engineer.) The crowd didn't leave though, so we must have been doing something right; all the feedback has been good and we look forward to the next event at Cuffley.
Fabrizia also performed her entrancing Bharatanatyam classical Indian dance on the Main Stage in the Market Place.
And here are photos from another performance the following year.
Meanwhile, in deepest Chelsea, a safari was taking place. Do take care though, it's a jungle out there... ;-)
The second day of Rhythms Of The World festival in Hitchin, Britain's largest free world music festival. I took part in two more performances: another round of Bowling in the church, and then played congas with Latin band Mundo Pequeno ('small world') to a large 1000+ crowd in the Marketplace. Some fine 'Salsa Natyam' dancing from Fabrizia and Rob opened the set, alongside Colombian political exile Missael on bongos & vocals, Paul Wheeler (director of the classic TV series Have I Got News For You) on drums, guitar & vocals, Hilary Robertson (ex-Paul Wella) on sax & flute, Ian and Terry Veisey on trumpets, Rob Norris on piano & vocals, Phil Beavis on bass, Ian Gregory on claves & guiro, and Patrick on shakers & tambourine. The gig was well-received by the crowd, and finished with a special guest appearance on vocals by none other than Katrina from Katrina & The Waves (!) singing her classic Eighties anthem "Walking On Sunshine", bringing wide smiles to the audience and setting the stage on fire :-)
More pictures are on the Mundo Pequeno website, and from other Mundo Pequeno gigs at Stephen Daldrey's party and Club Coliseum.
Being so busy with setting up and moving equipment about, not to mention recording and photography, I hardly got chance to see many of the other 140 acts performing during the packed weekend, but enjoyed what I caught of Marsada's music enough to buy their CD, solely on the strength of their Hawaii-Five-O tom-tom rolls ;-) I also caught some aerial shots of samba group Toque Tambor:
Amid a fortnight of well-earned holiday spent recovering after Rhythms, I ventured up to Nottingham to visit Mama. My visits invariably include using her computer to scan all of my recent photos (I still don't yet own a scanner), which will shortly be sprucing up this journal, and of course making use of her fast Broadband connection to download the latest DeMuDi 1.2.0 release.
Visited Chatsworth House in Derbyshire with Mama, where we walked all afternoon around the enchanting gardens, which are a true marvel. My favourite was the Rock Garden, with huge boulders piled up to make landscapes that Fred Flintstone would be proud of. Then we ventured up the steep hill into Stand Wood to see The Hunting Tower and the system of lakes which supply water to the wonderful Cascade and Emperor Fountain in the park below, rather like the splendid waterfall and fountain at Linderhof (nice front yard!). Looking forward to my photos...
My travels continued further
northwards to Leeds to see Mark, from where we headed for the hills of North
Yorkshire, directed by the excellent book
"Follies" {A Guide to Rogue
Architecture}. We were truly amazed by the rich heritage of crazy
buildings scattered throughout this region. First stop was
Marmion Tower in
West Tanfield northwest of Ripon, just beside the River Ure. This gatehouse
dating from 1350 had an eerie cell-like downstairs room, and a dizzying
spiral staircase leading to the roofless first floor. Mark had brought his
Super8 camera to gather
material for his new film project; his fascinating approach was to use it as
a stills camera, capturing (18 frames x 200 seconds) = 3600 pictures on one
film! So there he was clicking shots by the hundred, playing with bouncing
images (myself included) around in the frame and doing inverse-time-lapse
tricks, while I tentatively snapped away with my Canon EOS600
SLR. I look forward to seeing
the end result - surely the most diverse film ever made!
Next we went a few miles west to the
Druids' Temple atop
Ilton Moor that I'd discovered
last year.
This bizarre place was built as a mock-Stonehenge, complete with dolmens,
huge standing stones and even a large sacrificial stone table
with seats in front of a dark, foreboding grotto cave cut into the hillside.
Cursing that we had neglected to bring ceremonial robes, swords, daggers and
fake blood, and that no fair virgins or goats were to be found for sacrifice,
we walked up through the woods to see the fine
view of
Leighton Reservoir afforded at the end of the tree-lined avenue.
En route to Aysgarth, we found
Jervaulx Abbey lying in
ruins
by the roadside, and couldn't resist getting out to capture its
poignant beauty on film. Then onwards, over a cute suspension bridge with
crennelated towers like castles, to find a lovely little folly at Temple Farm
between Swinithwaite and Aysgarth.
[You might be interested to see photos of another
ruined castle I took on
an earlier trip to Yorkshire.]
Eager for higher heights, we skipped
The Rocket Ship
and other curious follies at Sorrell Sykes Park near Aysgarth Falls
and headed straight up Buttertubs Pass to
Swaledale, a stunning sight in the
sunshine, before veering left around Rogan's Seat. We stopped on Stonesdale
Moor to walk up a curious gully gouged out of the mountainside by a river,
where a ruined old stone building stood. Hmmm, planning permission...
a nice place for a studio!
Walking to the top of the moorland, we encountered in the middle of
absolutely nowhere a roadsign marking the Pennine Way. Venturing back along
Arkengarthdale, we imagined that this place in winter would be pretty bleak,
there even being high poles to mark the edges of the road in snowdrifts,
or for ski slalom perhaps.
Eventually folly-fatigue sent us homeward back to Leeds, where Mark showed me some of his footage of the Pagodas at Orford Ness, an old MOD atomic weapons testing site in Suffolk, which will form part of his epic film about Hiroshima.
The following day I went out alone up to
Malham, eager to climb up
Gordale Scar where
I'd been last summer and
doubly-exposed my photos
(DOH!), but alas, overcast skies prevented my image gathering mission.
I shall be back, again...
After languishing on the moors and
taking my flute for a walk until rain fell in the evening, I headed back to
Nottingham, via Barden Tower and Swinsty Reservoir, checking out
Spofforth Castle
as dusk fell. While
wandering through the
ruins, I distinctly heard a girl singing, yet could find nobody anywhere
on the site... One dark tunnel into the rock face had a stone staircase leading
upwards into a
bricked
up archway; I wandered in wanting to touch the bricks, but a very worrying
feeling prevented me from proceeding... and I left the place in a hurry.
Oh
dear.
Oh dear,
no... (I do hope she doesn't appear in any of my photos currently
awaiting development!) [Update: Luckily not.] Curiously
this web page actually features Spofforth Castle, and not Marmion Tower
as they call it, a strange coincidence between the first and last folly I
visited on my tour.
So all in all, not a bad two days:
4 follies,
3 castles,
an abbey,
various other ruins, countless moorlands, and a couple of reservoirs.
The Naked Truth performed at the very first Festival of Song, Drum & Dance in the magical woodlands at Cuffley Camp, near Potters Bar. This wonderful event was so undersubscribed, but all those who attended will attest to its significance. The atmosphere was great, helped no end by the convivial Pagan security, who gave such a warm welcome. The place is a dream - a vast ancient woodland which goes on for miles, populated by villages of scout tents all of which were empty. Various workshops went on throughout the weekend, including singing, drumming, past-life regression, and Fabrizia teaching Bharata Natyam Indian classical dance.
We couldn't have asked for a better setting to perform in: a natural amphitheatre in a sun-drenched clearing under a huge oak tree. After some trampolining to limber up, we set up equipment, thankful to have no PA system to worry about, just our own acoustic instruments, naked and truthful. The friendly audience gathered and made us feel right at home, aside from a few hilarious hecklers (Ruth's young sons ;-), and gave us their rapt attention for a blissful hour.
Afterwards, we went back to the campsite to chill out and sing by the fire, then gathered around a large fire in the amphitheatre, where Grizzly and friends treated us to some mesmerising Native American Indian flute playing and shamanic drumming. One of his instruments truly amazed me, a 'drone flute' consisting of two flutes joined together, one with fingerholes to play the tune, and the other without to provide a drone.
Since I had to work today, I'd gone back home from the festival the previous night, but luckily the Angels were smiling on me and left me no work to do. So I was free to attend the Native American Flute workshop after all. (This stuff is designed to happen, by the way.)
On arrival, I warmed up on the assault course with the boys, before the
workshop started.
Grizzly began by showing us the
various types of
flutes, demonstrating that the smaller ones are much easier to play than
the larger ones, and that, in fact anyone can play them given a few basic
tips. He then *gave* everyone a flute each that he had made out of
plastic tubing from B&Q, to keep, for free! We were taken aback and filled
with joy at our new discoveries, so he sent us all forth into the forest for
ten minutes to practise on our own amidst the trees. Oh to have had a
surround sound
microphone to record that wondrous moment as we wandered off in different
directions, with ten identically tuned flutes pouring out cascading melodies.
This realisation that here was a flute I could get a good tone from without
the usual battle I have with my others was a revelation, especially so for
other friends who never thought they could play at all. Four of us now have
one, so we shall more than likely form a quartet...
Still no work, so I wandered again alone through the forest, and sat on a gnarled tree to play my flute, for some time. Just before I left, Carol, the organiser of the festival, interviewed me for a promotional video for next year's event. I gladly accepted the chance to perform here again, possibly also with drumming and Tibetan Bowls. More people really should experience this place, although it was perhaps quite special to have so few people here this first time, so that everyone was well catered for and had so much personal space, in direct contrast to most music festivals. And having an event at a dedicated site like this with proper buildings and kitchen and toilet facilities is the way to go. It is nice to feel totally free in the company of complete strangers who are immediately open and friendly, such a happy atmosphere. I thought nothing of leaving thousands of pounds worth of gear lying about in the woods, as if it had divine protection; I guess that's Pagan security for you :-)
When things go this right, you know it is for real.
Today I (re)discovered that Djwhal Khul, a pivotal influence on my way of life and diet, was known as 'The Tibetan' - maybe this explains my sudden interest in sacred heavy metal ;-)
Meeting Grizzly at the Festival of Song, Drum & Dance has opened a few doors, flicked some switches in me, rather like the Dancing Master laying his hands on the Master of Kung Fu. Things are starting to make sense - simple things which I already knew but had either forgotten to take note of or was just too busy to notice. Wandering in the woods with my new flute reminded me that there are reasons why certain things are important at certain times. As if a torch has been shone in a dark room, teachings that previously seemed unimportant take on new significances.
"What you find
all comes from senses nestling within your own mind -
you just left them behind." -- © Ruth Ford
The spiritual path that I started on a long time ago has swept round in another spiral, and now I can look back at where I've come from with a dizzy head. I often forget that I'm even on this path, but a view this clear just puts things right back in perspective, sets out the boundaries again. I feel an immense need to refocus my efforts, build new and more powerful spiritual machinery ready to face to the future, rejuvenate myself ready for the challenges of the next level, and the Universe is more than happy to provide creative energy in abundance. There is so much to learn. Not too much time to plan and deliberate though - the journey has already begun again...
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